I kiss the side of his jaw, but he’s still looking at Tanner. He crooks his finger at the other alpha, then points to the floor. I can see Tanner’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. He lowers to his knees.
Foster turns me to face Tanner, then, in one swift movement, tugs down my leggings and underwear together. I gasp. The rest of my men groan. Tanner’s gaze zeros in between my legs.
“You know,” Foster says, standing so close behind me that his chest brushes my back, “I don’t think you boys have groveled enough yet.” He taps his pointer finger on my clit, once, twice. “Right here, alpha. Show our omega how sorry you are and how good you’ll be to her and our pack.”
Curses echo from around the room.
Supporting my weight from behind, Foster hooks his forearm under my right thigh and lifts my leg up and out, opening me for Tanner, who wets his lips and grins.
“I will never stop apologizing with my tongue, my cock, and my whole heart. You deserve the world, Raven. And I’m gonna give it to you.”
Vann drops to his knees beside Tanner. “Can we please, pretty please, bite you now, birdie? I need you so bad.”
We’re already connected, but I understand what he needs. The link between us is weak, distanced, not direct.
“Yes,” I say, clear as day. “Bite me.”
I expect them to do it right away, instead Vann wedges his shoulder behind my left leg and bends it, taking all my weight off the floor so I’m suspended with one leg lifted and spread by Foster’s grip, and the other by Vann’s shoulder. Wide open for Tanner. He dives in like he’s starving for me even though it’s only been a few hours since he last had a taste.
Orion brushes my hair off my neck and kisses Foster’s bond mark, licking and sucking, while Foster does the same to Orion’s mark on the back of my neck. The sensation ripples right down to my throbbing clit.
A rasping groan comes from the other side of the room, and my gaze flies up to land on Rhodes leaning against the wall, watching with a heated gaze. There’s something just a little unsure in his posture, something self-protective in the curl of his shoulders.
“Can I bite you?” I ask when his eyes meet mine.
“Me?” Rhodes points to his chest.
His surprise is so endearing, I smile. “Yes, you.”
I reach for him, and he steps forward behind Tanner, taking my hand just as Vann slips his fingers inside me. A moan spills out before I clamp my teeth down on my beta’s forearm.
Before, his presence in the bond was quiet and weak. I didn’t know if it was because he’s a beta, or if he was closing me out. But now, I understand it’s part of him. His nature is hesitant and gentle in the most beautiful way. He unfurls in the bond like a slow blossoming flower, the kind that breaks through in early spring when the ground is still covered in snow. He’s beautiful. It almost brings tears to my eyes.
Then Vann sinks his teeth into the fleshymuscle of my inner thigh that’s lifted over his shoulder at the same time as Tanner bites my pussy, putting his claim on the most intimate part of me. A gasp tunnels up my throat as my heart flips and tumbles, and an orgasm crashes through me.
They don’t need to say it because I feel it, all of their love and certainty. Whatever doubts I had vanish, and I know we’re gonna be alright.
Hours later, sweaty and satiated, we lie in my makeshift nest and talk about the future. All the logistics we’d avoided before. Where we’ll live. What we want from our lives. Kids. Work. Resources. There’s still a long way to go until we’re settled down, but just knowing we’re all on the same page and planning for our future together satisfies me in a way I didn’t know I was missing.
We share secrets in the dark. And they support every tentative, whispered dream. I never could have imagined being here, with my high school bullies and an older man who was only supposed to be my bodyguard. But I’m surprised to find there’s nowhere I’d rather be.
EPILOGUE ONE: RAVEN
ONE YEAR LATER
Sadie’s not answering her phone. It feels like she’s always busy lately, and I really need her. My men are useless when it comes to picking out clothes. Every time I ask for their opinion, they say everything looks great and promptly undress me.
“Come on, pick up, pick up,” I say to the still-ringing phone. It goes straight to voicemail.
“You better be at the rink tonight, biotch.” That’s all I say before hanging up. She probably won’t even listen to the message. She rarely does.
“Need some help?” Rhodes knocks on the open doorframe. He looks at the mess of clothes on the bed, a little tentative, waiting for me to tell him whether I want him there or not. Even after all these months, he’s always so respectful and hesitant, but I always want my men with me. And right now, he’s the best option, since he’s the least likely to get distracted by sex if I give him a fashion show.
Rhodes regularly joins in during group play, but in thelast year since the Olympics we’ve never shared more than cuddles on our own.
“Please. I’d appreciate that.” I turn my back and point to the zipper on my dress. “Can you undo this so I can try on something else?”
“What’s wrong with this one?” Rhodes asks, walking over to me. His warmth seeps into my back as he peels down the zipper. “Omega Weekly had a piece about fall trends, even though it’s only August. This dress is super in style right now.”
